But I can never hate you

In the depths of sorrow’s tender grasp,

Where anguish dwells, and shadows clasp,

A tale of heartbreak, not of flesh,

But of the soul’s enduring mesh

Like fragments of a shattered dream,

A soul adrift, torn at the seam,

The ache that pierces, deep and wide,

My prayers echo cannot hide.

Within the chambers of this cave,

A love’s demise, forevermore,

Emotions raw, like thunder’s ray,

A wounded soul, seeking to restore.

Each beat, a reminder of love’s sweet sway,

Now lost, adrift in disarray,

The ache persists, a lingering pain,

As soul and heart, they weep in lasting vain.

Memories like ghosts, haunt the mind,

The Godly touch, we long to find,

Unravelled threads of what once was,

A love that slipped through fingers’ trust.

In solitude’s embrace, we mourn,

As shattered dreams and hopes are torn,

The soul’s lament, a silent plea, or louder

To heal the wounds and set thyself free.

Yet, in this heartbreak, strength does rise,

A phoenix born from tears that disguise,

The resilience deep within the soul,

For love endures, remains the seams of all.

So, let the ache be felt and known,

The soul’s lament, a sorrowful tone,

For in the darkness, seeds are sown,

The strength to heal and love to own.

Like a wounded bird, we seek the sky,

To soar again, to learn to fly,

To mend the fractures, piece by piece,

And find in solitude, a gentle ease.

The heartbreak of the soul, a timeless art,

A symphony of pain that tears apart,

But from the ashes, beauty will arise,

A rebirth of abstract love, that never dies.

The scars may linger, etched in the soul,

Reminders of love that took its toll,

But with each heartbeat, hope is found,

A spark of light, to heal faith’s ground.

For love, dearest soul, is never lost,

It prays in the heavens, no matter the cost,

It flows through veins, like a sacred river,

A timeless bond that naught can sever.

So, let the heartbreak carve its mark,

A testament of love, both light and dark,

For in the depths, we learn to rise,

And find the strength to love, despite goodbyes.

And as we heal, we learn to forgive,

Release the pain, let bitterness live,

For in forgiveness, the soul finds release,

A path to serenity, a gentle ease.

The heartbreak of the soul, a tender tale,

A symphony of emotions, woven and unveiled,

It reminds us of our vulnerability,

The fragility of hopes divine embroidery.

But within the heartbreak, wisdom lies,

A mirror reflecting our own soul’s cries,

It teaches us to cherish, to hold dear,

The fleeting moments we hold near.

The heartbreak of the soul, an abstract art,

A catalyst for growth, a tender restart,

It teaches us to embrace the unknown,

To cherish the lessons that love has shown.

So, let the heartbreak be a gentle guide,

To navigate the currents, with grace besides,

For through the tears, a healing rain,

The soul emerges, whole again.

And in the aftermath of heartbreak’s toll,

We find redemption, the mending of the soul,

Transcending pain, we become anew,

For love’s resilience carries us through and the cave…caves in.